Black berries hmmmm, must be the sweetest craze on earth, my opinion though. The black berry of my life is a husband material. He keeps of asking me how I love him, but how really? Once and for all I don't want to compare him to other men because I can't & I don't have to. Often, trend of unfolding one's choice is always- BEST. Not only he's best, more of exceptional instead! Various stages of emotional budding where I want him to make out as a wrongdoer, deserter so on & forth idiocy, thoughts of indictment. I proved myself wrong! Wrong and more wrong! im not talkin' bout the chap to be hanged it's him, poke my heart's precious captive.
I love you so much! Many things we've been through, let strength be no cease. Blessed as we are, we may always be. Please continue to understand, as I'm trying to. Thank you loving me; since the day I met you, my heart found its other half.
I'm proud to tell the world that we were not meant for each other, by ourselves.
Your alleged soulmate,